Once

I was at a party
Having a roll in the sheets
With a man I barely knew

Twelve minutes in,
He heard the voice
Of the girl he was in love with
And threw me out of bed

I wasn’t mad
Maybe a little disappointed
But I had to see
This goddess for myself

I peered through the slatted blinds
To watch her arrive
A raven haired beauty
Not unlike myself
But at least a foot taller

And there must have been a metaphor there
But I was too drunk to see it
So I slipped out the back door
And followed the train tracks home



Mela Blust is a poet whose work has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Rust+Moth, The Nassau Review, The Sierra Nevada Review, and more. Her debut poetry collection, Skeleton Parade, is available with Apep Publications, and her full length poetry collection, They found A woman’s Body, is available with Vegetarian Alcoholic Press.

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